The two broke free. Org 690 spoke, ''Good formation, but space station! Your efforts will always be in vain, haha!''.
Org 700 replied, ''Hmm! Although the space station aliens made this formation, it seems to be influenced by the slimes and, importantly...LUCAN!''.
Their sharp gazes shredded the morale. Org 700 attacked Lucan. ''Lucan! Come to the central area of the solar system, we have to fight Lord!''.
Lucan replied, ''Why should I?'', as he said that, he waved his hands. White and black smoke erupted in the surroundings.
Blinding everybody's vision, everybody started to act immediately. They tried to clear it off, but time froze. Everything turned rock still.
Lucan's smirk was the only sound which could be heard in the dead silence. His spaceship flew up without interrupting the smoke.
Lucan hopped in and attacked the ground. The ground shook and tremors erupted. Rocks shattered and the land trembled.
Golden traces of light emerged. The scene resembled beauty and chaos swirling together, creating a great irony.
Countless butterflies flew up and entered the spaceship. The golden specks made the smoke enlightened with lights of wisdom.
Even the frozen beings, seeing this, couldn't help but daze in wonder. After collecting them all, he flew above the sky towards space.
The slimes were feeling a surge of happiness. The leader slime felt grateful for Lucan. His range reached the limits.
Time resumed. The aliens of the organization felt intense anger. They couldn't attack Lucan without getting permission from Org 500.
They clenched their teeth, as they started to kill the slimes and other aliens, thinking Lucan would return back.
Tremors arose. Screams of aliens pierced the eardrums. Even the organization aliens couldn't bear the sound.
Blood oozed out of their ears. Death counts rose minute by minute, second by second.
But the expected change didn't occur. Lucan's spaceship was nowhere within the range of vision. It was already the size of a small dot.
The organization aliens turned pale. Org 700 grabbed the neck of blue guy. He squeezed it tight.
Blue guy coughed out blood. He shouted, ''Ah! Ah! Leave me, please, don't kill me!''. Org 700 punched the mouth of blue guy.
Blood painted his fist. His jaw was crushed, and his vocal cords were broken. He could no longer speak anything.
Org 700 threw him apart and checked around. He could find no one alive. Org 690 held pink girl in her hands. She walked closer.
Org 700 sighed in relief. There was at least one person alive to gain some intel. He said, ''Org 690, phew! At least we have one hostage!''.
But her face showed signs of disappointment. She shook her head and threw her off. She replied, ''I was overcome by anger and killed her''.
His heart sank to rock bottom. His hands trembled with nervousness. He asked, ''Remember! If we fail any one mission or show no value...''.
''DEATH.'' The word pierced the minds of these two. He said, ''I never knew this Lucan would be this cold! He didn't care about others' lives''.
She nodded her head in astonishment. She added, ''Also, we never knew he could stop time and make smoke''.
Both of them noticed a strange truth: ''HE USES COSMIC ENERGY FOR MULTIPLE ASPECTS.''
Right when these two were thinking, a flash of lightning struck behind them. An alien slowly walked closer.
His aura was filled with killing intent. The two of them slowly turned around, seeing the yellow alien from earlier.
He said, ''Sigh! Now three of you are going to die! Since when did the organization turn this weak? Follow me!''.
The two put down their heads as they followed him. The same lightning struck as they appeared in a spaceship.
But this one was unfamiliar to the both of them. Org 500 showed a wide evil grin. He turned into Lucan.
Both of them took a stance. They retreated back out of his time-stopping range with full speed.
He smiled gently as he placed both his pals on the ground. He increased the gravity to its fullest extent, expending half of his cosmic energy.
Org 700's pupils shrank. Org 690 gritted her teeth. Gravity pulled them to the ground. Their bodies got pinned down.
Hopes of fleeing shattered as they both gave up. Their cosmic energy was fully used up. Lucan had half of his cosmic energy.
They could struggle and resist hard, but no use could be there. Even Lucan may have hidden threats and methods, but this was also a move made by Lucan.
It could convert a person's hope into despair. The two attempted suicide immediately. This was also one of the rules of the organization.
If they were caught by the enemy, they had to escape. If not, then they had to kill themselves instantly.
To prevent intel from leaking out. But their actions were stopped.
Not by freezing time, but by two hands.
They were yellow in color.
It was Org 500's hands. They both frowned deeply because Lucan was trying the same trick again.
But the surroundings turned into a star, blazing hot. The two were flying alongside Org 500.
He was actually the real Org 500. He tested their members to verify if Lucan had secretly schemed something.
Org 700 said, ''Org 500! Sorry, we failed in both mission and value''. He felt guilty because he failed his organization.
Org 690 felt dejected too. Every organization member was extremely loyal, even disregarding their own lives.
The reason was, however, unknown.
But a strange action appeared before their eyes.
A figure emerged from the depths of lava and heat waves. A red cocoon flew up and landed in front of them.
Cracks started to appear on the cocoon. The surrounding star's surface felt heavy suppression from the aura.
Org 500 pulled the other two along with him far back. The cocoon blasted into fragments.
A figure flew out. He was red in color. He just gazed at the three and flew closer. He spoke no words.
He was red wrestler. He said, ''500! Tell me the current status?''.
He bowed down. Each of them had a formless force protecting them. It was from red wrestler.
The two gasped in shock. Wasn't red wrestler Lucan's previous crewmate? Didn't he sacrifice his life and save the rest?
These questions emerged in their minds, but they dared not ask because they felt this person was at a higher position than them.
Org 500 said, ''Great Lord has been trapped, we have succeeded, but...''. His face showed a trace of worry.
He looked at the two of them, Org 700 and Org 690. Both of them charged forward. They said, ''We have failed in capturing the golden butterflies!''.
Red wrestler asked, ''Why? I will give you two a special chance. If the reason is acceptable, you two will stay alive!''.
A final trace of hope surged in the two. They replied, ''Cause of failure is Lucan''.
Org 500 thought, ''Hmm! Such a pathetic reason. He is just a C-tier human! Couldn't even beat him''.
But red wrestler laughed heartily. ''You two will keep your lives, haha!''.
Everybody was dumbfounded. They couldn't believe their own eyes. Org 500 asked, ''That is an acceptable reason? Lord, forgive my indolence, but I am asking?''.
He smiled gently at him. He said, ''Lucan is our organization's pawn! He has an important purpose. He will never die till he fulfills it!''.
Org 500 replied, ''Our pawn? He has that much worth?''. Org 700 asked, ''Yes, he is weak. He only wins by scheming and plotting!''.
Red wrestler patted them both and sighed. ''So you both think I am lying, right?''.
They both immediately apologized. Org 690 said, ''That is why you died too, for moving our pawn Lucan?''.
His expression turned grave for the first time. He said, ''No, in the original plan, I would stay alive till Lucan fulfills that purpose. I would simply make him face no defeat till then!
And also prevent him from dying, but he is no longer a pawn, because another player is making a move.''